Chapter 9. Your Eyes

I follow behind him quickly into a large room that looks like a study with extra couches. The men all file in and sit down in random places, and Colton ushers me to a nearby chair, padded and semi shadowed in the corner, out of the direct line of the men. He stands close by and waits as his father circles a bookcase and comes to perch in the chair at the desk, looking out at all of us in his position as leader.

“I need solutions. This…” He points at Colton and me. “Happens over my dead body. My son is destined to be Alpha one day, and I will be damned if a mongrel with bad breeding dilutes his lineage. She will not be our Luna. Fix this. Find a way! I don’t care what the history books say. There has to be a way to break the bond and sever the connection, so he is free to mate up with a chosen female.” The stern tone of a man who doesn’t want to hear excuses, yet a tiny ounce of hope fills my chest. That there might still be a chance I can get out of this and here and follow my